Chapter thirteen

AMELIA’s POV..

For a few more seconds, I watched him stand away from me, not doing anything, and thinking of him not wanting me when a part, if not all of me wanted him broke me, for some reason, and I took in a deep inhale as I stared at him.

I didn’t want to say anything, I just sat there, like his Little Breeche that I was, moving closer to the bed rest as I rested my back against it, raising the sheets as I placed them over my chest, while I still stared at his masculine body, but he didn’t do anything.

I was here, dying of craving his touch, his scent still intoxicating me, but there he was, just standing as he stared at the door, like I wasn’t even in the room or like he wasn’t ontop of me a moment ago asking if I was ready for him.

Didn’t he want me too? Wasn’t he the one that brought this forward? More than anything, I was confused, and for some strange reason, Brooke just withdrew herself, like she didn’t care when a few minutes ago, she was the one growling at his touch.

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